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Mikalevich property without permission?
    Best not to even think about that.
    “I’ll see you in the morning,” Mikhail told Josef. “We’ll go pay that bastard Rusnak a visit. My father wants to get this deal tied up quickly.”
    Josef nodded, ignoring the niggling doubt in his mind that the elder Mikalevich truly approved of this plan for Daniella’s apparent disposal.
    * * *
    Dani waited silently in the dark, wondering if Josef would ever come and half wishing he would not. She had changed into a dress, although there was barely enough material to call it a dress. The combination of pink fabric, gold hoops, and straps was very flattering to her diminutive figure. In fact, the dress made it seem as if she had real boobs. And the short skirt made her legs appear longer. Her shoes also helped her look taller. The gold heels were playful enough to satisfy her desire for lighthearted fun, but sexy enough to make her feel like a desirable woman.
    The back door opened and a tall man stepped out. This time she instantly recognized Josef’s tousled raven-black hair. He was head-and-shoulders taller than Mikhail, and wider through the chest as well. Now that she had felt what was beneath Josef’s dress shirt, she was aching with curiosity to see the whole picture.
    He glanced about, completely unhurried, and it took Dani a moment to realize that he was searching for her. She felt like a complete fool for hiding there in the shadows, shamelessly ogling him. Dropping her bag of clothes at the base of the tree, she stepped into the circle of light cast by the carriage lamps.
    “There you are.” His low voice made her shiver with anticipation. “I was beginning to think you had sprouted wings and flown back up into the tree.”
    “Oh I think I’ve already made peace with the fact that there will no going up that tree tonight. At least not for me.” She held out her hand. “Are you ready to introduce me to your version of clubbing?”
    “I don’t know,” he drawled. “Did you bring your walker? Since I’m so old and boring, I’m surprised you didn’t accessorize accordingly.”
    Feeling bold, Dani spun a circle. “No. I think I accessorized just fine. Don’t you?”
    “You look great.”
    The compliment fell flat, especially when she could see a great deal more appreciation in his eyes. Dani put her hands on her hips. “You know, a girl likes to feel that a guy finds her attractive. If you’re still single, that could be why.”
    “Or I could be single because I choose to be,” he pointed out.
    She took his arm, feeling relieved when he started out toward the sidewalk in front of her father’s house. “So where are we going?”
    “My car, for starters.”
    “So I finally get to ride in the Maserati, hmm?”
    He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been keeping tabs on my car?”
    “I happen to like it.” Again she felt foolish. She was quickly reducing herself to that ridiculous girl with a crush on her brother’s friend. How unflattering.
    He walked her to the passenger’s side of the sleek sports car. Opening the door, he made a solicitous gesture toward the seat. “Please get in and enjoy to your heart’s desire.”
    “Oh I will,” she assured him.
    Dani watched him run around to the driver’s door and wondered if she was coming on too strong. Did he even like her? Should she ask?
    Josef got in and started the engine. The pleasing rumble chased away all of her doubts. If nothing else, she was getting the fun of riding in this spectacular automobile. The only thing better would be if he let her drive.
    “You really like cars, don’t you?” He looked over, his curiosity plain in the muted orange light of the dashboard.
    “I do,” she admitted. “My father and Mikhail would never really let me drive much, you know? But I had friends at school who had cars. I would borrow theirs, or steal one if I had to.”
    “Now that sounds like the Dani I remember.”
    Dani glanced over in surprise. “You